This is the final chapter of this series. I have some ideas for Part Two, where Keira will explore both her masochistic side and her little side. I will write it, if there is enough interest.
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Keira hadn't officially agreed to move in with Jamie; there was still some resistance, a sense of uncertainty, something holding her back. She needed to feel sure of his unconditional support. But she was spending a lot more time at his place.
After the shopping centre episode, Jamie suggested to Keira that she should consider wearing nappies more. It was less a suggestion and more a thinly veiled instruction, but Keira was having none of it.
"I wear them all the time indoors; there's no way I'm wearing them out there amongst...you know... people," she rejected the idea with fierce conviction.
"What? You'd rather risk having an accident in front of...you know... people," Jamie echoed her words back to her hoping she'd hear how ridiculous she sounded.
"All I need to do is avoid drinking, and I'll be fine," she insisted.
After much back and forth, she reluctantly agreed to wear them whenever she was with him, be it indoors or out, "just as a precaution" he asserted, but they both knew he was lying. The truth was he liked seeing his little girl in nappies, and she only acquiesced because, with him, the humiliation of having to wear them seemed to dissipate.
She'd never yet had an accident in public. She was super careful with her alcohol consumption, completely avoiding it when out of the house, only drinking when she was sure she was staying in for at least a few hours. Even then, she limited herself to one glass of wine or a bottle of beer.
At home, though, she was becoming much more accepting of the inevitability of the nappy. She no longer broke down in tears every time she had a genuine accident; when she couldn't stop the torrent from breaking free and filling her nappy. She still felt disconcerted when that happened, like she was slowly losing any vestiges of the control she was trying to hold on to so desperately. And when it did happen, she'd go and change herself and then snuggle up to Jamie for one of his reassuring "Daddy hugs."
She spent most weekends prancing around the flat wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a nappy, and she was beginning to enjoy the freedom of wearing it. Not only that, she was also beginning to enjoy using it. She still used the toilet to pee, but very often, she didn't bother. On movie nights, she'd snuggle up with Jamie beneath a blanket, and if she felt the need to pee, she'd fill her nappy rather than pause the movie. Or on mornings when she didn't have to go to work, she chose to stay wrapped in Jamie's arms and feel the warmth spreading over her groin, rather than rush out of bed in the cold morning air.
And Jamie loved it too. He'd pat her swollen bottom, massaging her wet nappy from the outside as he brought her to orgasm. They'd also discovered that some of her best climaxes came from applying that lethal vibrating wand to the outside of her full nappy, where she added to the deluge with squirting pussy juice.
And just last night, as Jamie was trying to watch some stupid sports thing on TV, Keira climbed into his lap and began grinding her hips in his lap. He reached under her tiny pink frilly top and squeezed her breasts as she bounced her little padded bottom over his ever-growing erection. She freed his cock, glistening with precum, from his shorts and holding it against the front of her nappy she began filling it with sweet amber warmth. Jamie spurted his appreciation all over both their laps.
"Oh, it seems I'm not the only one who has little accidents," she giggled.
And for that sassy remark, Jamie made her get on her knees and clean his lap with her tongue, which she did with jubilant obedience. She didn't stop there, of course. His cock, still semi-erect, quickly found its way between her lips. He still tasted of cum; she loved the taste of his essence on her tongue. Then with a sudden surge of curious desire, she reached inside her nappy, pressed her fingers against her most recent emission, and licked the salty tang off her fingers with uninhibited glee.
"You dirty little girl," Jamie exulted in absolute pleasure and pride. He beckoned her to stand up and bend over the arm of the couch. As he removed her wet nappy, he grabbed her hair and growled in her ear, "you know what happens to dirty little girls?" His cock spearing her puckered little asshole was all the answer she needed.
Later as they showered together, she opened her legs, and as she peed deliberately in front of him, she looked him straight in the eye and pressed her hand against her cunt letting her pee flow through her fingers. As she slowly licked her hands clean, she knelt and staring up at Jamie simply said, "I've tasted mine, now I want to taste yours," and she obligingly opened her mouth to accept his golden stream.
When he finished christening her tongue, breasts and pussy, he picked her up, pushed her against the shower wall, and fucked her tight little cunt from behind.
But now, she was standing in front of the mirror, holding up various items of clothing, and discarding them with a frown.
"Aren't you dressed yet?" Jamie asked in exasperation, "we're going to be late."
"I have nothing to wear," Keira whined.
"Really?" Jamie raised his eyebrows as he regarded the pile of clothes on the floor.
They were heading to a black-tie gala charity event hosted by Jamie's company.
"You don't understand," Keira pouted, "I know you like this whole nappy thing, and I do too, mostly, but no matter how adult we sometimes get about it," she blushed, and Jamie grinned at the memory of last night, "I still feel like a little girl, and so unsexy when I wear it. Just for once I want to feel like a grown-up; like a hot, horny, adult," she practically stamped her little feet in vexation.
"Sweetheart," he picked up a sexy black cocktail dress from the floor and handed it to her, "I will never appreciate how difficult this is for you sometimes, and I promise you I will do better to make you feel more seductive and grown-up, but for the love of God, will you just please get dressed. And that face you're making right now," he noted her petulant pout, "is really not helping your case any."
She slipped on the dress, and then twirled this way and that in the mirror, smoothing it down from behind.
"Does my butt look big?" she asked, meaning if it was evident that she was wearing a nappy.
"Darling, have you ever seen your butt?" Jamie chuckled, "your butt wouldn't look big even if it swallowed a whole other butt. Now come on," he swatted her padded behind, "let's go. And by the way," he added with a lascivious smile, "that dress makes you look very very grown-up."
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"You know you can have a cocktail tonight if you want," Jamie told her as they drove to the event.
"But..."
"Firstly, they have toilets there, and secondly, you have a back-up just in case," he pointed to her crotch.
"No," her eyes widened in horror at the mere thought, "I couldn't."
As soon as they arrived, she carried out her recon, something she lately did whenever she entered a new building; finding the ladies toilets, so she knew exactly where to go when she felt the urge.
Jamie introduced her to his boss, Nathan and his wife, Emma. Nathan offered them both a cocktail, which Keira politely declined.
They chatted for ten minutes or so. Nathan, Emma, and Jamie were all sipping their expensive concoctions, and Nathan kept asking Keira if she was sure she didn't want one. Eventually, she accepted because she was beginning to feel that it was rude not to, but she had no intention of drinking it.
"Darling, it's okay, drink it. I want you to enjoy yourself like a grown-up," Jamie coaxed.
Keira relented and took a sip. Whatever it was, it was delicious, and she drank it slowly, savouring it. God, she missed cocktails, but the payoff these days was just not worth it.
About an hour after she finished her drink, during the charity auction, Keira suddenly felt that familiar sensation; the urge. She thanked heaven that she had scoped out the toilets earlier, and trying to maintain an ounce of dignity, ran towards them.
She was grateful that she'd at least cleared the conference room and made it to the hotel lobby before her bladder gave out on her.
